My habits have nothing to do with my association with the borg.
I grew up in the country in east Tennessee. We hillbillies were recycling and reusing before it was cool. We had to go outside and pump water, so we didn't waste it. When our clothes wore out, we cut away the parts that were not worn to make quilts. My grandfather plowed with a mule and planted. My grandparents hoed and weeded and harvested and preserved. So we didn't waste food. Any food we didn't eat was fed to the hogs. We saved large jars for milk (yes, my grandmother milked the cow every day). We saved any kind of container that might be useful.
I have kept these habits of preserving. However, it is not useful anymore. I have piles of "stuff" that is useless to me. I end up having to get rid of it. I love the soft life.
I have used material things to fill the emptiness at times. I am in the process of getting rid of much of that, too. I have given away carloads of books, yarn, art, and clothing.